After seven days on the road the eight hour driving trance isn't as sharp as it was when I first began. Instead of watching the road with keen eyes I now slip into the desert mirage that mimics a wet highway from far and then turns dry in slow motion. Hitting Arizona I took more stops, drank more fluid and raced several trains to pass the time. I also followed rules of resting as I prepare to enter the even deeper Mojave desert.

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